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Dean's mouth hung open awkwardly for a couple of moments before a burst of laughter came out. He bent over at the waist, the violent sobs that usually come with hysterical laughter prohibiting him from moving or speaking. He could feel all of their eyes on him, including Sam's, who had taken a couple of steps forward to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Dean, pull yourself together," he whispered so only Dean could hear him.

With all the effort he could muster Dean pulled himself upright so that he could look at all of them. Wiping the tears from his eyes with the back of his right hand, he gave an apologetic gesture with the other.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to burst out laughing, but, WHEW that was funny Cass. Now, why don't you tell us who they really are."

"This is no joke Dean. They are wizards that are capable of doing magic."

"Uh-huh. And I'm a fairy princess, what's new," said Dean, all traces of laughter gone.

"Dean, maybe we should hear them out," said Sam, giving Dean that "give them a chance look."

"Alright, alright," said Dean.

"Would you mind?" Cass asked Hermione.

"You don't suppose the ministry will know, will they?" Hermione asked Harry.

"I doubt they're concerned with keeping muggles in the dark given the number of muggle places they've attacked recently," said Harry with an annoyed expression.

Hermione gave a little nod. "Alright, I can do that." Dean watched as the girl reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like a long, thin stick with intricate carvings around the bottom of it. Trying to stop another burst of laughter from coming out of his mouth, Dean raised his right hand to cover his mouth.

Hermione took a couple of steps towards a pretty decently sized rock and pointed the stick at it. Giving it a little flick while muttering some words that Dean didn't understand the rock began to levitate...off the ground. Dean removed his right hand from his mouth and stared at the rock as the girl began to move it higher and higher stopping it when it was right in the middle of them all. Harry and Ron were staring at him and Sam with looks of amusement on their face.

"Uh...wow," Sam said from next to him. "Who knew, huh?"

"Yeah, who knew," returned Dean lamely. "So, uh, what other things can you do exactly?"

Hermione gave the wand another flick and the rock crashed back to the ground. "We can do lots of things with magic, but You-Know-Who can do a lot of scary things and powerful things."

"You-Know-Who?" Sam asked, his brows furrowing.

"You-Know-Who is the man whom I believe is working with Lucifer. We can't say his actual name. They've put a curse on it," chimed in Cass with a stern look.

"Okay, well, what is You-Know-Who working with Lucifer for?" Sam asked.

"My guess is immortality. Being an angel, I believe he thinks Lucifer can give him the immortality that he has always been looking for."

"But Lucifer isn't Death. He can't just stop someone from dying," said Dean, staring at Cass.

"Actually...Lucifer could do numerous things to stop Death from getting the man if he feels he could be an asset."

"Well, that's just great," said Dean, angered disbelief filling his whole body. "Could things possibly get any worse!"

"Maybe we can go and talk about this in a safer place," said Hermione, looking directly at Cass.

"But Hermione, the Death Eaters are waiting outside. And not all six of us can fit under the cloak," said the red-head named Ron.

"You said that you can just take people to places right?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I can. I don't know if I'll be able to get through your shield or not, but I can try."

"Well you were able to get through this one, so I figure you'll be able to get through that one. Just follow us," said Hermione, taking a step back. She disappeared again, causing Dean's mouth to fall open before returning with a purple purse in her one hand.

"We will," said Cass, moving so he was standing in between Dean and Sam. Dean shot Sam a look, and could tell that Sam was feeling just as lost and confused as he was.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione took hands, and Dean watched as Hermione turned and they all disappeared. Dean shot a look at Cass who seemed entirely unphased.

"Here we go," said Cass, placing an index finger on each of their foreheads.

The next thing Dean knew they were standing in a rather dusty and broken down looking house. Out in front of them stretched a long hallway with a doorway at the end of it. Right in front of them, to the left slightly was a staircase that as Dean looked up winded around. Looking back down he spotted the three kids standing at the end of the hallway.

"Come on down to the kitchen. Kreacher has fixed us dinner," said Hermione with a little smile.

Dean followed Cass and Sam down the hallway, staring at the large emerald sheet that had been thrown over something. Curious Dean reached out to touch it but was stopped by a hand on his wrist.

"Wouldn't touch that if I were you. She's a bit grouchy and not a fan of muggles."

Dean turned and looked at the red-head who had that sheepish grin on his face again. "We want to take her down but she was the owner of the house and whatever magic they've used to keep her portrait up just won't budge."

"Wait, she's a painting?" Dean asked, staring at the kid in disbelief.

"Uh, yeah. See the portraits and pictures in the magical world aren't like normal ones. You see, they can move and talk and stuff. I'll show you one of someone whose a little more friendly."

With that Ron turned and led them down the hallway and to the left, through another small door, and down a set of stairs into what Dean assumed was the kitchen. Sam was now in deep conversation with Cass, Hermione, and Harry. Ron had walked over to grab plates from the cupboard before giving something down by his knee a little pat on the shoulder.

Dean looked down to see what it was and jumped. Noticing his reaction the creature turned to look at him, and boy was it ugly. It was about the size of a three year old child, but had long pointed ears and a pointed nose that kind of curved downwards. It moved its lips so that it was in a little smile.

"Welcome, welcome," it said, gesturing with a hand the size of a baseball glove that he could come in.

"Don't be alarmed," said Hermione, looking at him with a soft smile. "That's Kreacher. He's a house elf."

Dean looked at the girl then back at the small creature in front of him. "Uh...nice to meet you," he said, choosing a small wave gesture of hello over shaking the things hand.

Dean slid into the chair next to Sam, which happened to be across from Ron, and let out a little sigh.

"Can I get you something to drink?" the house elf asked Dean.

"Uh, yeah. You got any whiskey?"